On the streets of Hong Kong at night, neon lights flash and crowds of people. Various images of desire and temptation intertwined, forming a huge and complex maze.

An ambulance parked at the intersection ahead, and the crowd was crowded with onlookers, as if discussing the car accident that just happened.

Lu Zhao was not interested in these things. He dragged his suitcase and walked through the crowd of people stretching his neck.

"Borrowed, borrowed!"

Suddenly, a reckless young man came out from nowhere and collided with Lu Zhao who was about to turn around the street corner.

The information in the youth bag was scattered all over the ground. He bent down to pick it up in a panic, and kept muttering: "Sorry, I didn't mean it..."

Lu Zhao was not angry because of the collision of youth. Unlike his hometown in a small third-tier city, Hong Kong is such a fast-paced city. It seems that the people here never know how to slow down their lives.

A form was handed in front of him, and the young man quickly took it from Lu Zhao and stuffed all the information into his bag.

He straightened the golden-rimmed glasses on his face and looked up at Lu Zhao: "This friend, I'm really embarrassed! I was a little anxious just now and didn't look at the road carefully."

Lu Zhao nodded calmly and did not take it seriously.

The young man said a series of apologies, and then he rushed to the subway station with his bag on his back.

Walking through the bustling streets, Lu Zhao followed his mobile phone navigation and continued to walk westward. When he arrived near Fourth Street, the surrounding environment gradually became cold and depressed.

It was only nine o'clock in the evening, but Fourth Street was particularly deserted and there were almost no people.

The dead leaves on the trees on the roadside were rustling by the wind, and the dead leaves were mixed with some yellow paper and fell at Lu Zhao's feet. After a closer look, they were actually half burned.

There was a smell of incense in the air. Lu Zhao found that there was a simple stall at the corner of the three forks in front of him. The paper money just now floated over here.

An old lady in a coarse cloth dress was squatting in front of the stall.

The old lady was thin and shriveled, with her eyes covered with grayish white gloomy. She was holding a torn wooden slipper in her hand, constantly slapping a human-shaped paper talisman on the ground with strange figures, muttering words.

"I'll hit you a little man, wait for you to be angry, and I'll shake your head every day. I'll hit you a little man, wait for SARS in your whole family to be a bad person..."

The orange flames reflected on the wrinkled face of the old lady like a tree bark, which looked particularly creepy. A gust of wind blew, and the paper ash in the basin beside her was swept everywhere by the wind.

Next to the old lady's stall was a mother and daughter.

Although it was a summer night, it was inexplicably cold near the street. The mother was wearing a thin nightgown, her bare calves were covered with mottled bruises, and a slipper on her left foot did not fly, looking very strange.

She stood on the side of the road with her head down and her long black hair covered her face.

The woman was holding a little girl with braids in her hand. The girl was pale and holding a doll in her arms. Her big, empty eyes kept staring at Lu Zhao, without any expression on her face.

Lu Zhao couldn't help but slow down. The strange scene in front of him had only seen it on TV before.

This is a traditional folk ritual sacrifice in Hong Kong called "Fighting the Liar". The victim used this witchcraft ritual sacrifice to expel the so-called "Liar" by paying money to find a witch.

According to traditional sayings, the evil spirit at the three forks is the most serious, and choosing to fight villains here is the most effective.

In a moment, the "villain" on the ground was beaten to pieces.

The old witch got up, picked up a piece of paper to solve the problem, and circled it back and forth on the woman's head.

After throwing the paper into the brazier and burning it, she said hoarsely: "Doom is free, and villains will no longer be plagued by them. Don't worry, your husband and the woman who seduces him will be retribution."

The woman is like a dummy model in a showcase, always hanging her head and saying nothing.

After hearing the old witch finish speaking, she nodded mechanically, took a stiff step, led the little girl slowly out of the stall and walked towards a dark alley.

There were no lights in the alley, but the mother and daughter had no scruples at all and walked in without looking back.

The old witch hunched over and cleaned up the stall while muttering: "Everyone is afraid of the heavens, but good people are afraid of the heavens, but good people are bullying the heavens. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. Just fight for the coming sooner or later. Don't do bad things, and you will not be surprised to knock on the door in the middle of the night. Please don't hide everything, and there will be gods who raise your head three feet away..."

Lu Zhao didn't want to meddle in other people's business, so he dragged his suitcase and quickly passed by the old witch.

Just now, the agent sent several more messages urging himself to sign the contract quickly.

Looking at Lu Zhao's back, the old witch suddenly stopped the movement in her hand.

The yellow paper drifted all over the sky, and Lu Zhao's shadow grew longer and longer under the street lights, gradually melting into the darkness.

The old witch held the talisman paper in her hand, and the only eye that could only see things clearly showed a complicated look.

...

On the side of the quiet and uninhabited road, Lu Zhao stood alone under the street lights, looking up at the old building that was only seven stories high in front of him.

The building under the night is as gloomy as a huge gray tombstone. After all, it is an old building rebuilt in the 1960s. The walls around it have long fallen off, the gray-black cement walls are covered with stains, and there are many dirty graffiti.

There is a plaque that looks shabby on the door, and the dark red paint is printed with four big words "Wonsen Building".

"Is anyone?" Lu Zhao stood outside the gate and shouted a few times.

The door was not completely locked. Seeing that no one responded, Lu Zhao pulled the railing and pushed it hard. With the harsh sound of mechanical rust, the door opened and Lu Zhao slowly walked into the hall.

The hall was extremely quiet. The moment I walked in, a damp and moldy smell unique to the old building came to my nose.

There was a dimly lit incandescent lamp on the ceiling, the surrounding walls were covered with spider webs, and the sides of the wall were filled with rusty and dust. The security room on the left was empty, and the security guard on duty seemed not to be there.

The elevator on the right side just lit up. Lu Zhao hesitated for a few seconds and dragged his suitcase in.
Chapter completed!